you were my favourite unwritten poem
and in reality,
you were probably my favourite person too.for what seemed ages,
i woke up thinking about you,
i went to sleep to a text from you.there where bits and pieces i cannot really recall,
but i do know the the time we had together
wasn't really like a fairytale story.of course, someone better came along.
and i was left alone,
againit's okay though,
now i wake up
and set my goals for the day.and when i go to sleep,
i take care of myself first,
i don't rush to respond to anybody's textat the end of the day,
and after a long time giving this a thought,
it's better this way.i can now love and take care of me,
without being dependent of anyone.
without expecting anyone to give me the love i was not giving myself.
YOU ARE READING
midnight stuff
Poetryrandom things such as poems or thoughts written by me at midnight that i probably will regret posting